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Italy X Reader ~ Smile, Smile, Smile

“She’s-a so pretty,” the Italian sighed, his feet kicking up underneath the long conference table.

“Vat vas that Italien?” Germany looked up from his notes to glance at his friend.

“Nothing Germania,” he replied absent-mindedly as he began to sketch on the side of his notes.

With your beautiful shiny hair and your dazzling eyes Italy couldn’t help but to fall head over heels in love. He couldn’t help his passionate feelings or the way his heart would pound as he watched you nibble on a pen, bored at the meeting. He was Italian after all; they were the lovers in heaven.

But if there was something he could change, it would be that scowl that always adorned your face. The closest he had ever seen you to smiling was a neutral face, even his Fratello smiled more.

Maybe his hug therapy was working on his Fratello.

Maybe it would work on you.

He glanced down at his sketch which appeared to be you with the most curious thing on your face. Your lips curved up and your eyes shimmering with happiness.

Determination flushed through him at the sight of what you would look like if only you smiled.

'Cause I love to make you smile, smile, smile

Yes I do

It fills my heart with sunshine all the while

Yes it does

'Cause all I really need's a smile, smile, smile

From these happy friends of mine

You picked up a tomato from the pile. The skin giving slightly as your fingers pressed lightly into the glossy skin. After moving the tomato to the bag you glanced back to the tomatoes ready to take another.

“Ciao bella,” Italy’s head popped out from the middle of the tomatoes.

You gave a slight scream as your hand clasped your beating heart.

“What in the hell, Italy,” you gasped out.

“I just wanted to-a see you, bella,” his face lit up in a smile, his eyes still closed.

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved moving your attention to the bags of potatoes.

You picked up a bag and turned it around trying to see if any of potatoes had imperfections as Italy slid out of the tomato stand. His smile seemed to get bigger, if such a thing were possible, as an idea popped into his head.

You dropped the bag as Italy’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

“Bella, you have to-a smile.”

“Get the Hell off of me.”

'Cause I love to make you grin, grin, grin

Yes I do

Bust it out from ear to ear let it begin

Just give me a joyful grin, grin, grin

And you fill me with good cheer

You started working on the massive amount of paperwork that came with being a modern country, your hands only stopping scribbling to rub your forehead.

It looked like an impending headache was threatening to take over.

Maybe you could take a break and visit the gelato stand that opened down the street, the cold creamy dessert certainly sounded appealing. Especially with the hot snap that refused to leave.

You stretched in the rolling chair that you were in, your feet pushing you away from your Cherry desk. After your muscles roping down your shoulders and back were sufficiently stretched you rolled your neck hearing the satisfying crack.

Grabbing your wallet and slipping on shoes, you were quickly out of the door and strolling down the street in the blistering heat of summer.

You hadn’t really seen Italy since the other day where he he had popped up behind you while you were making pasta and you couldn't really say that you were sad about the lack of him.

You had the reputation of being someone who could out-scowl Germany and you weren't going to give up on that any time soon.

You walked into the gelato shop and stared at awe at the large amount of sweet frozen dessert that was lined inside the glass cases.

With a large assortment of flavours you were having a hard time deciding the one that you wanted in particular. There was just a whole bunch that just sounded wonderful.

“Ciao bella!” Italy's voice called out from behind you.
You murmured a hello in return as you continued to look over all of the delicious gelato.

“You're here for-a gelato too-a? I heard about-a this place from-a Japan and he said it-a was good and Germany said-a I could...” Italy rambled as you finally decided what you wanted.

Italy was already at the Cashier ordering when you walked up behind him, waiting in line.

“I would-a like limon gelato,” he ordered a charming smile on his face.

Your chest twinged a bit as the pretty cashier smiled back at him.

As Italy stepped to the side after paying you walked forward and ordered the flavour that you wanted. After you had ordered, payed, and eventually got your gelato, Italy had convinced you to sit on the curb outside of the shop while the two of you ate.

“So why were you-a out here anyway?” he asked, his legs laying flat out onto the road, eating his gelato with a tiny pink plastic spoon.

“I needed a break from paperwork,” you looked at him suspiciously, you were on edge expecting him to hug you at any moment.

You took a bite of gelato as he nodded understandingly.

A smile spread across his face as he took another bite of the sweet dessert.

“Gelato always makes me smile,” he beamed before adding.

“Does it make you-a smile, bella?”

He looked at you expectantly until you finally responded.

“I don't smile.”

“Of course you-a smile, everyone smiles,” he explained with a even brighter grin.

“Well I don't,” you retorted, “so I guess not everyone smiles.”

“Well I think you would be-a even prettier if you-a smiled.”

You simply frowned at him and that seemed to set something off.

He lunged forward to grab your cheeks and curled them up.

“See?” he stated, “much prettier.”

“You have until the count of five.”

'Cause I love to see you beam, beam, beam

Yes I do

Tell me what more can I say

To make you see

That I do

It makes me happy when you beam, beam, beam

Yes it always makes my day

“Okay, Italy, this had to stop,” you glared at the, usually, cowardly nation.

He seemed unaffected by your death glare and simply sat on your kitchen island, with the same smile on his face as he watched you cook.

He had spent that last month popping out of random places only to give you a hug and the slide back into the place where he popped out of.

Though despite you would never admit it, you began to look forward to those times.

The way your spine would tingle when his skin would brush against yours, the way your senses seemed to fly at the husky smell of wine and that distinct smell of pasta would swirl into your nose with each hug.

“I just-a want to-a see a smile,” he smiled at you, his legs swinging and the back of his heels hitting the wood of the island.

You simply grunted in response and turned back to your food.

What had started as pure stubbornness had morphed into a purely selfish feeling. You loved his hug, you love the way he would randomly pop out of nowhere to try to make you smile.

You loved him.

And you were completely aware of the moment that your façade slipped he would leave you alone. So you clung desperately to your frown because you knew the moment you showed happiness it would slip away forever.

And you were a horrible person for selfishly making him hug you at every opportunity.

“Why do you even want me to smile anyway,” you whipped around waving your spatula at Italy.

His brown eyes peeked out from his eyelashes for a second before he closed it again.

“Because making people smile fills me with glee.”

His joyful expression stabbed you in the heart and your mask started to crack. But instead of the smile that Italy strived for instead tears began to bubble at the corner of your eyes.

His eyes opened wide in shock.

“Don’t cry bella,” he quickly rushed to you in an attempt to comfort you.

“Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

You switched off the burner, suddenly lacking appetite to eat anything. You were a horrible selfish person who was putting your own happiness more important than Italy’s.

Why does love make people selfish?

“I’m-a sorry, I will-a leave you-a alone,” his brown eyes started to water up along with yours.

“I didn’t want to-a make you cry.”

His face took on a slightly bitter-sweet look before talking, a sad tone lacing his voice.

“If I make you-a sad, then I’ll leave you-a alone,” his face was heart wrenching to see.

A mix of heart brokenness and sadness was painted onto his face as he turned to leave.

You quickly grabbed his arm before he could get far.

A look of surprised was on his face as you turned him around and using the momentum you pressed your lips against his.

He quickly responded as his hands moved to clasp at your hips as his mouth moved against yours, your lips curling up at the pleasure that shot through your body like electricity.

The pair of you backed up into the Island that Italy was using as a chair and slid down it when his back bumped into it.

Eventually the need grew strong that he pleasure and you had to pull away to gasp haphazardly for air.

“Ti amo,” he said as he pressed light kisses all over your face.

A grin spread across your face as you responded with the only thing you could.

“I love you too.”

Come on everybody smile, smile, smile

Fill my heart up with sunshine, sunshine

All I really need's a smile, smile, smile

From these happy friends of mine

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Italy X Reader ~ Smile, Smile, Smile

“She’s-a so pretty,” the Italian sighed, his feet kicking up underneath the long conference table.

“Vat vas that Italien?” Germany looked up from his notes to glance at his friend.

“Nothing Germania,” he replied absent-mindedly as he began to sketch on the side of his notes.

With your beautiful shiny hair and your dazzling eyes Italy couldn’t help but to fall head over heels in love. He couldn’t help his passionate feelings or the way his heart would pound as he watched you nibble on a pen, bored at the meeting. He was Italian after all; they were the lovers in heaven.

But if there was something he could change, it would be that scowl that always adorned your face. The closest he had ever seen you to smiling was a neutral face, even his Fratello smiled more.

Maybe his hug therapy was working on his Fratello.

Maybe it would work on you.

He glanced down at his sketch which appeared to be you with the most curious thing on your face. Your lips curved up and your eyes shimmering with happiness.

Determination flushed through him at the sight of what you would look like if only you smiled.

'Cause I love to make you smile, smile, smile

Yes I do

It fills my heart with sunshine all the while

Yes it does

'Cause all I really need's a smile, smile, smile

From these happy friends of mine

You picked up a tomato from the pile. The skin giving slightly as your fingers pressed lightly into the glossy skin. After moving the tomato to the bag you glanced back to the tomatoes ready to take another.

“Ciao bella,” Italy’s head popped out from the middle of the tomatoes.

You gave a slight scream as your hand clasped your beating heart.

“What in the hell, Italy,” you gasped out.

“I just wanted to-a see you, bella,” his face lit up in a smile, his eyes still closed.

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved moving your attention to the bags of potatoes.

You picked up a bag and turned it around trying to see if any of potatoes had imperfections as Italy slid out of the tomato stand. His smile seemed to get bigger, if such a thing were possible, as an idea popped into his head.

You dropped the bag as Italy’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

“Bella, you have to-a smile.”

“Get the Hell off of me.”

'Cause I love to make you grin, grin, grin

Yes I do

Bust it out from ear to ear let it begin

Just give me a joyful grin, grin, grin

And you fill me with good cheer

You started working on the massive amount of paperwork that came with being a modern country, your hands only stopping scribbling to rub your forehead.

It looked like an impending headache was threatening to take over.

Maybe you could take a break and visit the gelato stand that opened down the street, the cold creamy dessert certainly sounded appealing. Especially with the hot snap that refused to leave.

You stretched in the rolling chair that you were in, your feet pushing you away from your Cherry desk. After your muscles roping down your shoulders and back were sufficiently stretched you rolled your neck hearing the satisfying crack.

Grabbing your wallet and slipping on shoes, you were quickly out of the door and strolling down the street in the blistering heat of summer.

You hadn’t really seen Italy since the other day where he he had popped up behind you while you were making pasta and you couldn't really say that you were sad about the lack of him.

You had the reputation of being someone who could out-scowl Germany and you weren't going to give up on that any time soon.

You walked into the gelato shop and stared at awe at the large amount of sweet frozen dessert that was lined inside the glass cases.

With a large assortment of flavours you were having a hard time deciding the one that you wanted in particular. There was just a whole bunch that just sounded wonderful.

“Ciao bella!” Italy's voice called out from behind you.
You murmured a hello in return as you continued to look over all of the delicious gelato.

“You're here for-a gelato too-a? I heard about-a this place from-a Japan and he said it-a was good and Germany said-a I could...” Italy rambled as you finally decided what you wanted.

Italy was already at the Cashier ordering when you walked up behind him, waiting in line.

“I would-a like limon gelato,” he ordered a charming smile on his face.

Your chest twinged a bit as the pretty cashier smiled back at him.

As Italy stepped to the side after paying you walked forward and ordered the flavour that you wanted. After you had ordered, payed, and eventually got your gelato, Italy had convinced you to sit on the curb outside of the shop while the two of you ate.

“So why were you-a out here anyway?” he asked, his legs laying flat out onto the road, eating his gelato with a tiny pink plastic spoon.

“I needed a break from paperwork,” you looked at him suspiciously, you were on edge expecting him to hug you at any moment.

You took a bite of gelato as he nodded understandingly.

A smile spread across his face as he took another bite of the sweet dessert.

“Gelato always makes me smile,” he beamed before adding.

“Does it make you-a smile, bella?”

He looked at you expectantly until you finally responded.

“I don't smile.”

“Of course you-a smile, everyone smiles,” he explained with a even brighter grin.

“Well I don't,” you retorted, “so I guess not everyone smiles.”

“Well I think you would be-a even prettier if you-a smiled.”

You simply frowned at him and that seemed to set something off.

He lunged forward to grab your cheeks and curled them up.

“See?” he stated, “much prettier.”

“You have until the count of five.”

'Cause I love to see you beam, beam, beam

Yes I do

Tell me what more can I say

To make you see

That I do

It makes me happy when you beam, beam, beam

Yes it always makes my day

“Okay, Italy, this had to stop,” you glared at the, usually, cowardly nation.

He seemed unaffected by your death glare and simply sat on your kitchen island, with the same smile on his face as he watched you cook.

He had spent that last month popping out of random places only to give you a hug and the slide back into the place where he popped out of.

Though despite you would never admit it, you began to look forward to those times.

The way your spine would tingle when his skin would brush against yours, the way your senses seemed to fly at the husky smell of wine and that distinct smell of pasta would swirl into your nose with each hug.

“I just-a want to-a see a smile,” he smiled at you, his legs swinging and the back of his heels hitting the wood of the island.

You simply grunted in response and turned back to your food.

What had started as pure stubbornness had morphed into a purely selfish feeling. You loved his hug, you love the way he would randomly pop out of nowhere to try to make you smile.

You loved him.

And you were completely aware of the moment that your façade slipped he would leave you alone. So you clung desperately to your frown because you knew the moment you showed happiness it would slip away forever.

And you were a horrible person for selfishly making him hug you at every opportunity.

“Why do you even want me to smile anyway,” you whipped around waving your spatula at Italy.

His brown eyes peeked out from his eyelashes for a second before he closed it again.

“Because making people smile fills me with glee.”

His joyful expression stabbed you in the heart and your mask started to crack. But instead of the smile that Italy strived for instead tears began to bubble at the corner of your eyes.

His eyes opened wide in shock.

“Don’t cry bella,” he quickly rushed to you in an attempt to comfort you.

“Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

You switched off the burner, suddenly lacking appetite to eat anything. You were a horrible selfish person who was putting your own happiness more important than Italy’s.

Why does love make people selfish?

“I’m-a sorry, I will-a leave you-a alone,” his brown eyes started to water up along with yours.

“I didn’t want to-a make you cry.”

His face took on a slightly bitter-sweet look before talking, a sad tone lacing his voice.

“If I make you-a sad, then I’ll leave you-a alone,” his face was heart wrenching to see.

A mix of heart brokenness and sadness was painted onto his face as he turned to leave.

You quickly grabbed his arm before he could get far.

A look of surprised was on his face as you turned him around and using the momentum you pressed your lips against his.

He quickly responded as his hands moved to clasp at your hips as his mouth moved against yours, your lips curling up at the pleasure that shot through your body like electricity.

The pair of you backed up into the Island that Italy was using as a chair and slid down it when his back bumped into it.

Eventually the need grew strong that he pleasure and you had to pull away to gasp haphazardly for air.

“Ti amo,” he said as he pressed light kisses all over your face.

A grin spread across your face as you responded with the only thing you could.

“I love you too.”

Come on everybody smile, smile, smile

Fill my heart up with sunshine, sunshine

All I really need's a smile, smile, smile

From these happy friends of mine